Superteam, Issue 1: You Can't Stop Phase One

[Arhra]

It was a peaceful day in May until a large portion of the street facade of the Principaea Particle's High Energy Research Laboratory exploded. The muted side of internal alarms could be heard through the hole.

A figure wearing a white labcoat over the silvery bulk of his spacesuit staggered out of the breach, waving a raygun in one hand and half dragging a stubby, metal capped glass cylinder in the other. Sluggish, murky red liquid slowly sloshed inside the capsule as he lugged it with him.

A white van came roaring up the empty street industrial district, swerving into a gap between the parked cars lining both sides of the street.

"They upgraded their security systems, but they should have known they were no match for the genius of Dr Xenopolis!" the eponymous mastermind crowed. A identical pair in white labcoats jumped out of the back of the van, hefting the capsule into the back of the van. "They were fools to believe they could keep the precious allotropic iron out of my hands!"

He started clambering into the back of the van, about to make a clean getaway.